Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson

Rookie - 12 Points (31/12/1987 / Ebonyi State Nigeria)

Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson Poems

1. Actual Delusion 4/30/2012
2. Torn Apart 4/30/2012
3. My Banquet 5/2/2012
4. A Dark End 5/2/2012
5. The Victor's Lyrics 5/4/2012
6. The Beautiful Heart 5/4/2012
7. Ode To Philosophy 5/4/2012
8. A Lover's Chant 5/6/2012
9. My Confession Ii 5/8/2012
10. Dawn Of Terror 5/8/2012
11. Home Sweet Home (1) 5/8/2012
12. Aura Of Passion 5/8/2012
13. Divine Solicit 5/8/2012
14. Charlatans Induced 6/16/2012
15. Blinks Of Expectation 6/16/2012
16. Festival Of Fire 10/5/2011
17. The Lone Heart 3/26/2012
18. Clamour Of Change 3/30/2012
19. Shadows Of The Lily. 4/1/2012
20. A Silent Walk At Night. 4/3/2012
21. The Bounty Beauty 4/30/2012
22. Conflict 7/10/2012
23. Pink Lady 7/12/2012
24. Nothing 9/11/2012
25. Hand Of Destiny 9/20/2012
26. Tide Of Destiny 9/20/2012
27. Clamber To Reality 3/27/2012
28. Lost In The Trash 3/29/2012
29. Scandal 9/29/2012
30. Wonders Of Illusion 9/29/2012
31. Dreaded To Slaughter 9/30/2012
32. My Prayer 10/11/2012
33. Mea Stellar 10/12/2012
34. Silent Tears 11/27/2012
35. Hymn Of The Soul 12/11/2012
36. Queen Of Glory 12/11/2012
37. Moments In The Sun 12/11/2012
38. Songs Of The Lily 12/11/2012
39. Ballad Of Anguish 12/27/2012
40. Broken Wings 12/28/2012
Best Poem of Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson

Amadioha

Who dare stand the face of thy effrontery
The bolt of thy voice so gallant that
Thy echoes deracinated the most burly mountain.
Thou spread forth the windows of thy eyes
In thy immortal supremacy cast
Upon the mortal hearts of men
And over them watch with bailiwick.
To the righteous peace accord but
To the wicked you blow to chaff and sweep away
The cry of the innocent you allow no despair
And upon their oppressors you avenge
With the bolt of your anger you strike
Pulling down the wicked and wiping them off the earth's surface.
In thee is refuge found ...

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Mummy's Lullaby

You are a treasure whose value cannot be measured.
Your being, unique and incomparable.
Like you, is no other;
Oh mother.

Howbeit the warmness of your embrass,
That from your bossom comes solace-
When in affliction I seem lost,
Oh Mother.

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